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[sey]

She disliked the city. She always worked in overcrowded boisterous cities because the wealthy needed the poor around to cater to them, but they caused so much noise. It annoyed her tremendously. Natalya loved the country simply because it was peaceful, though she rarely went to such places. She never vacationed or took breaks from work. It was pointless to try to get away to relax since being left alone for too long reminded her of unsavory things. When left in her room for too long, she found herself looking in the mirror and seeing the invisible scars on her shoulder. It made her delusional and she started to see her burnt and mangled hand instead of the perfect replacement doctors had given her. Such an arm was much better than the original. If left with it, there would have been obvious scars rather than the almost invisible white line where the artificial limb was attached. Besides, the false arm was enough of a memory for her of her sweet childhood.

Even if she didn’t care for an escape, she couldn’t stand the noise. The prima ballerina tried to escape it. She found herself walking from the beautiful and safe parts of town off into uglier parts of Eishoff. The more she walked the worse off people seemed to be. Their clothing wasn’t the latest style from a certain Frenchman, but plain colors made from cotton with stains and holes. It was rather unpleasant. Even during her lowest times, her life had always been spent around aesthetically pleasing things.

Eventually, she found herself away from them all. There weren’t rich or poor humans in sight. Instead, there was nature. It was so…ugly. It was a world of green as far as her blue eyes could see. In honesty, she couldn’t remember a time she had seen so much green. Most of her childhood felt like it was covered in the harsh grip of winter, though it wasn’t true. She remembered on spring where she went shopping with her mother, but returning home felt like going back into the dead winter. This place was unfamiliar, but it wasn’t welcoming. But didn’t stop her from walking into this green world. Even if it was ugly, it was quiet and tranquil. It was the only thing she could take solace in.

Her heels started to sink ever so slightly into the muddy ground as she continued further and further. Her eyes knew exactly where she was headed even though her dreaded going towards them. She could see those vibrant yellows petals and golden brown center. They were probably some of the nicest sunflowers she had ever laid eyes on, and she hated how they all looked in the sun. It was like a field of happiness. Natalya’s feet stopped a few feet away from the tall yellow flowers as they swayed in the wind like a group.

“Disgusting,” she muttered utterly repulsed. They were the most horrid looking things in the world. Her brother would have loved this place.

[Matthew Williams]

Matthew lay in the lush grass that doted the area. The sun gently beating down on him from above. It was relaxing, a beautiful place full of life. Not anything like the day-to-day life within the different Sectors.

Here, there was no suffering, no violence. No hunger, no sadness. It was... calm and inviting. That fact alone made the blond both smile and sigh in contentment.

The harsh reality of the matter, made his brain think otherwise. This wasn't where he belonged, that much was painfully obvious. His own tattered and worn clothes, save for the pretty well-kept jacket discarded neatly in the grass by him, were the obvious signs of someone not belonging to an upper-class society.

Often times, Matthew did think what his life would be like had he not started the refuge. He could have gone back to school, used his savings and bought a decent house for himself, not constantly worry about feeding others or making sure they were well off (or, as well as he could let them be.) And despite these facts, the Canadian found himself regretting nothing. He could have very well gone into the healthcare system had he not chosen this path to begin with.

Sitting up, Matthew stretched, looking in front of him at the beautiful sunflower bed. It was a shame they didnt grow in the Eastern Sector; it might have added a bit of sunshine to an otherwise dreary area.

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[sey]

There was a boy near them. She supposed boy wasn’t the right term; disgusting lower class human male would be more fitting. While Natalya didn’t hate others from different classes, she hated humans and how disgusting they all were. Human nature led to greed, violence, lust, corruption, and the unhappiness of others. Being around such harshness for the majority of her life made her a cruel, heartless woman. She didn’t care of the safety or well-being of anything. She was step from being a self-destructive drunk. She simply tried to avoid going down that road since once she started there would never be any coming back.

“You,” she barked loudly at the male in tattered clothing and soil stains. She walked a few steps so she could get a better look at him. His eyes were violet and soft. For a moment, she could see her darling brother staring at her. Her brother had that look when he was young playing tea party with her. He was more full of smiles back then. Those last days before he was sent off to his death, he didn’t look as happy or innocent. That spark had died in his eyes.

Her blue eyes widened in horror. She couldn’t allow herself to be seeing her brother in some other disgusting person. Ivan was pure in her eyes while this boy was tainted just like the rest of the human scum that populated this world. She shook her head and took a step back. She stepped too hard and her heel went into the soft solid. The moment she tripped to take another step, her shoe was stuck and she was off balance. The woman dressed in designer black sandal heels, and a designer black dress found herself stuck in a mixture of grass and dirt. It was the most horrifying thing ever! If the fall hadn’t snapped her back into reality, the consequences did. She was filthy and her shoes and dress were nearly ruined! The woman took an unstable deep breath before screaming at the top of her lung in frustration. She hated this world. She hated everything. And she especially hated that dirty boy in front of her.

[Matthew Williams]

A voice pulled him away from the view of the flower bed, turning his attention to the woman only a little ways from him. At first, he thought that maybe she was addressing someone, or something, else. The blond looked around himself for a moment to make sure it wasn't the case, standing up and quirking a questioning brow at the woman.
"Y-ye--" the words died as she watched with horror while the she fell into the ground below. He didn't even have time to react, it happened so suddenly; Matthew couldn't even bring himself to laugh at the sight. But, without another moments hesitation, he quickly made his way over to her side to offer assistance.

The scream that echoed through the air, though, made him stop yet again before speaking. It was painful to hear and even more so due to the close-proximity that was now between them. After a moment, to make sure that it was over, he got closer and extended his hand out to her, offering assistance. "M-ma'am, are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

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[sey]

Natalya closed her eyes as she tried to calm herself. It was an impossibility. She spent most of her days in between apathy and anger. Her rather aggressive neutral state was supposed to be easy for her to adapt. For the most part, it was true. Because she felt nothing, she didn’t care about situations. The plight of all those around her never bothered her. And it worked beautifully for her dancing. She could shine as the character because her own personality didn’t get in the way. Her emotions had all been stolen years ago. In its place she received monetary compensation as well as a powerful arm. And to her, it didn’t matter. Nothing ever mattered.

The boy who she saw before was standing above her with a bemused smile. His enjoyment of her situation turned her frown into a scowl. What right did he have to laugh at her? She refused his hand and lifted back to her feet on her own accord. He asked if she was unharmed and she nodded with her soured look. ”Vhat are you doink here?” she asked in her usual demanding tone. She looked around for a moment. There was no one else in this place. All she could see was endless rows of green and then miles of sunflowers. ”This is not yours, is it? If it was, you would be tendink to thinks.” She keep her unhappy look on her face as she inspected him. Natalya circled the tall male like prey. Her piercing glare seemed to scan every inch of his body.

”Vhy are you here?”

[Matthew Williams]

Matthew blinked a bit in surprise when the woman stood on her own, offering him a fierce glare. Quickly, he stiffened and retracted his hand a bit slowly, wondering what he might have done wrong. He was merely offering assistance...

It was becoming increasingly clear that the girl was making him feel uncomfortable. "A-ah, I'm just visiting. I-I do that sometimes, I'm sorry." he was quick to apologise. Was he not allowed to visit here? He had been doing it since he was a pup and couldn't remember a time when he was kicked out.

If you dont count the time those kids had blamed him for picking the apples in the tree, though. That was a completely different thing that was not his fault, however.

Trying his best to hold himself firm, Matthew turned everytime the girl turned too. Almost as if he were worried that she would stab him in the back at any possible moment. A habit he had picked up from living in the Eastern District.

"U-um, there is nothing wrong with me being here, right?

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[sey]

He didn't get it! He was so idiot so he obviously couldn't understand it. But Natalya wasn't an idiot. She knew what he was! He was terrible, disgusting SCUM! Her blue eyes locked onto him. She wouldn't dare let him out of her sights! If she looked away, then something terrible might happen. Scum like him was always up to no good. They tried to hide behind soft voices and innocent looks, but she was no fool. She knew exactly how things in this world worked. Her arm was proof that nobody ever cared about anyone but themselves. Ever! Her synthetic hand clinched. She could feel all the fibers slowly pulling at the muscles at the top of her shoulder. There were nerves mixed in with those mechanical parts. They moved perfectly like it was a normal limb. But the nerves were as synthetic as the arm itself. They weren't a part of her original arm. And yet, she could feel that hand burning. The more she looked at his violet eyes, she more she felt the flames against her hand. With each passing moment, she felt the pain that was engraved in her memories.

"Da there is!" she shouted aggressively. "I hate you!"

She hated him so much even though she knew absolutely nothing about him. She hated the color of his hair because it reminded her of Ivan. She hated the color of his eyes because it reminded her of her brother. She hated the innocence in his expression because it reminded her of someone she loved but was gone. Her arm was on fire in her mind. The memories started messing with reality. Her eyes closed in pain as her arm went limp. "On gorit," she muttered in another language. It burned and it hurt. Those were the sensations she could remember before losing the arm. It burned and it hurt. It always hurt. Her life was about nothing but hurt. She fell again though this time she looked almost lifeless instead of embarrassed or enraged. It always had to hurt.

" Brat , pochemu eto vsegda bolʹno?"she whispered.

pn gorit - it burns
Brat , pochemu eto vsegda bolʹno? - brother why does it always hurt?
God damn it, I've been overdramatic lately. Sorry.

[Matthew Williams]

Matthew flinched back as the woman fixed her icy gaze on him. He felt hurt by her words, but was unwilling to show it. And without thinking, the word slipped out of his mouth.

"Why?"

The blond remained as straight-faced as possible. "I'm sorry if I've done something wrong. But, I don't believe we have met before." There couldn't just be a random reason that the woman suddenly hated him. As far as Matthew was concerned, he had done absolutely nothing to her.

Maybe she was one of those crazies he had been told about as a kid. The ones who escape the mental hospitals and were now roaming the streets. Yet, he somehow knew that wasn't the case. She was too well-kept and was wearing clothes not of that sort of status.

His worry grew when she started muttering and saying things. All he could make out was the word 'Brat'. But, while he knew what the word meant in English, he highly doubted it had any of the same in whatever language she was speaking.

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[sey]

The pain didn’t seem to go away. It lingered as if it were real but it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She laid there with her dull, lifeless eyes staring at the robotic arm. It wasn’t really on fire but she couldn’t see anything but the hideously disfigured limb from the past.

A breeze blew in the fresh scent of sunflowers and grass to make her remember she wasn’t a child at home. She was an adult in a strange place with a stranger. She glanced over at the blonde man then at the flowers. “Brat…”

[/b][/color] she muttered. How she wished nothing bad ever happened to her dear beloved brother. If he were alive, things would have been different. But he wasn’t. She was doomed to suffer.

”Please, just go away,” she muttered. ”Your presence is unwanted.”
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[Matthew Williams]

Rubbing the back of his neck, the Canadian regarded the woman once more. Giving her a look over just to make sure that she was alright. Though 'alright' seemed to a be a bit of a far stretch. Still, there was nothing Matthew would be able to do. She wasn't even really talking to him.

"...If you're sure." Matthew murmured, turning on his heel and starting to walk the other way. How the blond wanted to inquire why she didn't like him, why she was acting like this towards him; Yet, unable to. Clearly she wasn't going to answer any of those questions. He didn't even get a name.

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